A Day in the Life

Master mentioned in his previous posting our life here, the ordinariness of it in a great many ways. A friend of shayla's has asked about whips and chains and so forth since she's been here. He's still in the Northwest, has never met Master. He was friends with shayla when she was preparing to come down. She surprised him when she said that Master's not got a whip, nor has he physically restrained her in any manner.

She sleeps at her Master's feet. There are times when Master's job requires him to be away at nights. For shayla, it's strange, not having a pair of feet to curl around and keep warm at night during those times. When he's here, she wakes him in the manner he wishes. It is at least as enjoyable for shayla as it is for her Owner, making he way up from his feet to the general area of his waist. After a time, she is allowed to lay with him, head at his hip. For her, this is one of the more enjoyable times of the morning. When he is ready, she begins his shower for him and sets out the clothes he'll need for work. She makes the beds as he is showering and dressing, then prepares his breakfast. Shayla, normally, does not eat until he has.

After her Master has left, if she hasn't already (as there are times she'll get an hour's walk in before wakening him), she takes her walk and performs her exercises. A shower, time taken to eat something. There are days that she goes to a near-by tanning salon for a session. Shayla is the very light tone of her northwestern European ancestry, so tanning helps with combating the lightness of her skin. She returns home, and sees to the household chores, running an errand or two as needed. At the times that she is not working in the afternoons, when her Master is on his way home, he calls her to let her know he is a short time away. She uses this time to ensure that she is prepared for her Master's return, an item or two picked up and put into its place. When he walks into the door, she is already kneeling near the entrance, and puts her head to the floor, hands resting on the carpet on either side. She remains there until he speaks to her, sometimes talking as she kneels in her place, sometimes rising to put away anything he may have brought inside with him.

He likes a beer (Texan men like their beer, it would seem) when he returns to his home, which she prepares when he's ready for it. As he catches up on his day's e-mail, she normally is at his feet, kneeling or on her belly. We talk about the day's events, thoughts on what has happened. Things that need to be done, questions asked about how he may wish something done or, on his part, what she has done that day. Dinner is usually later in the evening, except in the event that he'd had a late lunch and isn't wishing for a meal. Master is a light eater. Again, shayla waits until he is eating before she begins to. When the meal is finished, she puts things away, finishes the dishes, and does any other needed task before she returns to her Master's feet. Normally she is either on her belly, head resting on his feet, or kneeling, her head in his lap. You'd think that we'd be talking, but normally we do not. It seems that each other's company is enough. While there have been times that shayla has wished to speak of something, or ask about her Master's preference for something, it seems as though, at these times, such discussion would ruin the mood. Master and shayla both seem to not need much conversation between each other. She would not speak for her Master, but she simply enjoys being with him, his company, being at his feet and whim. So much of the time we're together, we do not engage in what would be considered lively conversation. Though, the time spent is very intimate, close, and relaxed. It seems to shayla that a great deal goes on between the two of us during these silent times.

Master often, in the later hours, will leave the computer to shayla while he watches a little TV. It is this time that shayla writes in her journal, prepares an entry for the blog, does what she may need to on the computer. When it is near the time that Master would go to bed, shayla prepares the beds, sees to it that any stray dishes are put in their place, and resumes her place in her bed at his feet. A little more discussion, perhaps, takes place. Often shayla will fall asleep as her Master watches something on the TV.

Ordinary and simple, in many ways. There is, however, little to no strain between us. Each of us knows and enjoys our place in this relationship. Each is happier due to the other being what they are. What little strain there is is quickly dealt with. Honestly, patiently, thoroughly. On both our parts, and to the benefit of each.

Very enjoyable, healthy, and un-strained, this life we have with each other.

shayla